Chapter 230: A sensation in the audience (one more) (1/2)
Chapter 230 A sensation in the audience (one more)
The little **** took the piano case back to the Royal Palace of Rui.
Princess Rui is sitting in the pavilion yawning.
The little **** said: ”Wang Hao, would you like to see it?”
Princess Rui put a hundred hearts on the things she took back from Gu Jiao. She waved her hand and said to the little eunuch: ”Take it and keep it.”
”Yes!” The little **** carried the piano case into Princess Rui's room.
The female officer Xu was instructing the maid to tidy up the house. The little **** saluted her and said, ”Sister Xu, the princess asked the slave to bring the piano. I don’t know where to put it?”
The female officer Xu found a cabinet that she would often open: ”Just put it here, I will play again in a few days.”
Liang’s envoys are about to arrive, and the crown princess has just ordered people to pass on a message, hoping that Princess Rui can play a song at the palace banquet to help the envoys.
Really, the princess didn’t know that her princess was pregnant?
Princess Rui had an operation a year ago, and she became pregnant before her body recovered completely. The royal doctors told her to stay in bed more often.
The female officer was full of complaints, but she didn't dare to speak out, so she closed the cabinet depressed.
In March, when the grass grows and the oriole is flying, the capital is thriving.
Pedestrians on the street are standing next to each other, and the stream is endless.
The main streets of the capital are very spacious, which can accommodate at least four carriages in parallel at the same time, and the wider ones are like Zhuque Avenue near the Royal Palace. A dozen carriages are not crowded.
The little third son stopped the carriage steadily at the destination Gu Jiao said.
The little third son looked up at the four characters Taihe Wuguan on the plaque, a little disbelief in his eyes: ”Miss Gu, did we go wrong?”
Turn left for a while, turn right for a while, turn right for a while and then turn right, can he turn it back?
Gu Jiao opened the curtain and looked at it, and said, ”Yes, it's here.”
The third son was even more confused: ”No, Miss Gu, what are you doing here? Is it... a visit?”
Why do I need to change clothes when I visit? Doesn't this medical clinic not allow female doctors to enter?
Countless doubts flashed in the mind of the little three.
Gu Jiao did not answer, and jumped out of the carriage: ”You park the carriage in the alley and wait for me for a while.”
”Oh.” The little third son is not a talkative person most of the time, otherwise Gu Jiao would not be willing to let him drive the car.
The little third son parked the carriage into the alley on the right side of the martial arts hall, and Gu Jiao stepped into the martial arts hall.
Taihe Martial Arts Museum is one of the best martial arts museums in Beijing. It has three floors. The entrance is a lobby. On the wall facing the entrance, there is a huge martial arts character written in cursive script. Various weapons are displayed on both sides. In the lobby, several martial arts disciples were gesticulating with bare hands, as if they were discussing how to learn from each other.
It's not surprising to see strangers coming, probably because of strangers.
This is not surprising.
There is no martial arts examination in Zhaoguo, only literary examinations. Therefore, Zhaoguo will only issue one literary scholar every three years. Unlike Liang and Yan, who publish literary scholars, they will also select martial arts scholars across the country.
Ke Zhaoguo also needs martial arts talents. Some have entered the barracks directly, such as Gu Changqing; there are also people who are unwilling to serve the court and only hope to use martial arts to find a way out for themselves.
Martial arts hall was born under this situation.
Although everyone is inferior and only has a high school level, some people are not born to study. They want to learn martial arts. After they learn martial arts, they can become escorts, masters, or guards in large households... In short, they don’t lack food. It's better than slicing from the ground.
So the martial arts gym is quite popular in Zhaoguo.
Of course, martial arts halls are also divided into types. In jargon, they are Qing Guan and Hei Guan. Qing Guan means only accept disciples and only teach martial arts; while the black hall is much more complicated. In addition to recruiting disciples, it also adds a lot of other things. Business.
Taihe Martial Arts Museum is a black museum.
This was what Gu Chengfeng revealed to Gu Jiao. It was mainly Gu Jiao who beat Gu Chengfeng three days and two. Gu Chengfeng was able to narrowly beat Gu Jiao at the beginning. Gradually, Gu Jiao and Gu Jiao drew with him, and gradually Gu Jiao beat him. A pig's head.
He won't be beaten like this again!
His ability is to steal things, not to make sandbags for people!
If Gu Jiao wants to restore her strength in her previous life, she must constantly look for stronger sandbags.
Gu Jiao took out a mask from her arms and put it on.
The mask was also robbed by Gu Chengfeng, and no copper plate was spent.
She walked into the martial arts hall in a familiar way, passed through the hanging flower gate to a seemingly unmanned tea room, gently turned the oil lamp on the tea table, only heard a bang, and the wall of the tea room opened.
There was a noise rushing toward her face.
Gu Jiao walked into the passage with a blank face, and the wall behind him closed with a bang.
After closing , the noise in front seemed to be amplified.
At the end of the passage is a large martial arts field, a three-storey wooden building, two floors are viewing rooms, and four air-conditioned arenas erected in the middle of the first floor. At this time, three arena are in competition.
Gu Jiao came to the counter, knuckles faintly buckled the table top.
Some sleepy shopkeepers yawned: ”Is it better to bet in the martial arts competition? Ten Wen in the martial arts competition, bet one hundred wen, if you want a room, add two hundred...”
Before he could say anything, a small fish domino fell in front of him.
The shopkeeper glanced at the small fish domino, looked startled, and most of them woke up from sleep.
He immediately stood up, changed his face, and said with a smile: ”Young Master Li, why are you here? Didn't you just come the other day?”
Gu Jiao didn't say a word, she only glanced at the roster beside him.
The shopkeeper understood, and reminded in a low voice: ”East Ring.”
Gu Jiao stepped to the east ring.
The people behind Gu Jiao who were queuing to receive the card contest were unhappy. One of them yelled at the shopkeeper: ”What's the situation? We haven't entered in the queue for a long time. Why did he enter? Didn't it mean that you have to receive a card to enter?”
The shopkeeper gave a few novices sarcastically, and showed the fish bones in his hands: ”Do you know what this is?”
Everyone shook their heads.
The shopkeeper raised his eyebrows and said arrogantly: ”This is a martial master domino.”
”Martial artist, martial artist?”
The few people who were still clamoring dissatisfaction with Gu Jiao all silenced.
Is that young boy who looks weak and fragile is a martial artist?
In the martial arts gym, the master who teaches kung fu is called a martial artist, but in the martial arts arena, only a master who has won a hundred games is qualified to be called a martial artist.
”He, has he won fifty games?” Someone asked in surprise.
Generally speaking, only those who have won fifty matches can be called a martial artist.
The shopkeeper sighed and said impatiently: ”What do you want? Just one game!”
Killed a martial artist in just one game.
The rules of the major martial arts halls in the capital, leapfrogging to challenge the opponent, as long as you win, you can take away the identity of the opponent.
But not everyone is eligible to leapfrog the challenge, not only to sign the life and death certificate, but also to pay a huge deposit. Once lost, the deposit will be all owned by the challenged.
When the young boy first arrived, he boasted that he wanted to compete with the most powerful master in the museum that day.
The rules of the martial arts hall can only exceed the challenge of two levels at most, but the young boy bet a full one thousand taels of silver, so the martial arts hall made an exception for him and let him challenge the third level.
The martial artist was unwilling to take up the martial arts competition at first, but the martial arts hall was so good or bad that he asked the young man to add another five hundred taels of silver, and then the martial artist was invited.
Leapfrog competition, life and death conceited, this is the rule.
Everyone thought that the young boy was dead, and no one bet he won. As a result, everyone lost their money.
A young man holding a sword disdainfully said: ”Cut~What's so great about winning a martial arts master? I heard that there were some martial arts masters in your martial arts gym today, I don't believe that he can still get lucky!”
Everyone nodded, yes, he is so thin, how could he beat the martial artist? It must be out of **** luck!
Gu Jiao didn't know the hot discussion of these people, and probably wouldn't care if she knew it.
Four arenas, east, west, north, south, and the masters assigned are different every day. The shopkeeper pointed to the east arena, and it should be the strongest in this arena.
”The three swordsman Yan wins! Is there any master who wants to challenge the hero Yan?”
On the ring, a young man in martial arts clothes carried a gong and a mallet, and shouted while knocking.
This hero Yan guarded the ring all morning. I don't know how many masters he has defeated. No one dared to fight him anymore.
”If not, Yan Daxia will be today--” Xiao Si was about to end the ring, when a light little figure jumped onto the ring.
……
But said that Lord Hou was punished by copying the military book in the palace, and after a day and night, he finally finished copying the last copy.
This is much more tiring than practicing martial arts. He was dizzy, numb, and almost copied internal injuries.
No, the internal injury has already been copied!
Xuan Pinghou slipped out by himself. He hasn’t returned yet, and he doesn’t know what he was doing.
Old Houye ignored him, stood up on the table, and almost fell to the ground because his legs were too numb. He really looked like a 60-year-old man.
Lao Hou Ye dragged his tired body, holding the scrambled books of war, and went to the Imperial Study Room to apologize to the emperor.
The emperor wore a net bag on his head. He was ugly. He was not as shameless as Xuan Pinghou. He did not even go to the early dynasty to preserve the image of the emperor.
”Your Majesty, the minister has finished copying the military books.” Old Master Hou said outside the royal study room.
”Come in.” The emperor waved his hand impatiently.